Messy head.
Self-doubts prodding in.
Remnants of reason pushing
them out.
As they persist
with prodding.
Piercing.
Prying
and
twisting.
Distorting.
Keep walking.
Stop thinking.
Keep pacing.
Paced?
Pause.
Pencil.
Pad.
Coffee.
Pit it.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sept 2018
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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